As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled <br />Once, twice, and again! <br />And a doe leaped up -- and a doe leaped up <br />From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup. <br />This I, scouting alone, beheld, <br />Once, twice, and again! <br /> <br />As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled <br />Once, twice, and again! <br />And a wolf stole back -- and a wolf stole back <br />To carry the word to the waiting Pack; <br />And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track <br />Once, twice, and again! <br /> <br />As the dawn was breaking the Wolf-pack yelled <br />Once, twice, and again! <br />Feet in the jungle that leave no mark! <br />Eyes that can see in the dark -- the dark! <br />Tongue -- give tongue to it! Hark! O Hark! <br />Once, twice, and again! <br /> <br />His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo's pride -- <br />Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide. <br /> <br />If ye find that the Bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore; <br />Ye need not stop work to inform us; we knew it ten seasons before. <br /> <br />Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother, <br />For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother. <br /> <br />"There is none like to me!" says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill; <br />But the Jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunting-song-of-the-seeonee-pack/
